The pathway narrows
Expands and veers right
We don’t wander with blind eyes
Green sweetness fills our heads
Heartbeats quicken ’round bends
Your face in the flashlight
Guided by the map, I state
These mazes shan’t enter my sleep
Peace be filled, my cornstalk dreams
October 21, 2012 at 12:27 pm
Oh, this is so well-wrought. Love the green sweetness…
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October 21, 2012 at 11:33 pm
Tall corn ripening under the moon. Thank you so much for your comment!
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